"Basically, as far as
technology is concerned, for every calendar year that transpires,
military technology increases about 44.5 years.

"This is why it is easy
to understand that back in 1943 they were able to create, through the
use of vacuum tube technology, a ship that could literally disappear from
one place and appear in another."

"The origin of the Montauk Project dates back to 1943 when radar
invisibility was being researched aboard the USS Eldridge. As the Eldridge was
stationed at the Philadelphia Navy Yard, the events concerning the ship have
commonly been referred to as: the "Philadelphia Experiment". The
objective of this experiment was to make the ship undetectable to radar and
while that was achieved, there was a totally unexpected and drastic side effect.
The ship became invisible to the naked eye and was removed from time and space
as we know it! Although this was a remarkable breakthrough in terms of
technology, it was a catastrophe to the people involved.

"Sailors had been transported out of this dimension and returned in a
state of complete mental disorientation and horror. Some were even planted into
the bulkhead of the ship itself. Those who survived were discharged as
"mentally unfit" or otherwise discredited and the entire affair was
covered up.

"After the war, research continued under the tutelage of Dr. John von
Neumann who had directed the technical aspects of the Philadelphia Experiment.
His new orders were to find out what made the mind of man tick and why people
could not be subject to inter-dimensional phenomena without disaster. A massive
human factor study was begun at Brookhaven National Laboratories on Long Island,
New York. It was known as the Phoenix Project.

"Ultimately, the Phoenix Project obtained a superior understanding of
how the mind functions and achieved the sinister potential for mind control.

"In 1943 came the Philadelphia Experiment and the lock-up with the
Phoenix Project, ripping a huge hole in space-time. This was deliberately done
by the aliens at the '83 end to put a rift in the fabric of space-time so large
numbers of aliens and ships could come through. They all had time travel
capabilities, but the rift was needed to get the large ships through and make a
mass invasion of the United States, and later Europe, of aliens (primarily greys) and other types.

After the war, research continued under the tutelage of Dr. John von Neumann
who had directed the technical aspects of the Philadelphia Experiment. His new
orders were to find out what made the mind of man tick and why people could not
be subject to inter-dimensional phenomena without disaster. A massive human
factor study was begun at Brookhaven National Laboratories on Long Island, New
York. It was known as the Phoenix Project.

'Experiments in Time' was released in June of l992 and has created a
stir of intrigue and queries for more information ever since.

'Montauk
Revisited: Adventures in Synchronicity' sought to answer many of those questions
and ended up providing an even more elaborate scenario that left us on the
threshold of the occult and its relationship with the major mystery schools of
Earth.

The third book in the Montauk series, 'Pyramids of Montauk: Explorations
in Consciousness' digs deeper into the psyche of the Montauk phenomena and gives
startling insights into the construction and drama of the universe. This prelude
is designed to familiarize the first time reader who is new to the subject and
also to reorient those who have read the first two books."

Preston B. Nichols, an electronic genius. Somehow, he had survived on two
separate time lines. On one, he worked at Montauk; on the other, he worked at a
different location. Preston's discoveries were confirmed when a strange man by
the name of Duncan Cameron appeared at his door in 1985.

With completion of training, Edward (Al Bielek) and Duncan were both assigned
to the Institute of Advanced Study (Princeton, N.J.) and directly to the ongoing
"Project Invisibility." With a completely successful test in 1940
(Brooklyn Navy Yard), the project was classified and renamed "Project
Rainbow."

Duncan was considered to be the primary psychic used in the time travel
experiments and also remembered having been aboard the U.S.S. Eldridge during
the original Philadelphia Experiment with his brother Edward (now recognized as
Al Bielek).

According to the accounts of both Preston and Duncan, the Montauk Project
culminated on August 12, 1983. A full blown time portal was fully functioning,
but things were out of control and Duncan called together a group of people and
decided to crash the project. While sitting in the Montauk Chair (a device
connected to esoteric radio receivers studded with crystals that sent thoughts
out of a giant transmitter), Duncan unleashed a giant beast from his
subconscious which literally destroyed the project. The people who had been
working on the base suddenly abandoned it. The air shafts and entrances to the
major underground facility beneath the base were subsequent1y filled with
cement. The full circumstances behind all of this remain a mystery to this day.

Alfred Bielek was born on August 4, 1916 as Edward A. Cameron II, son of
Alexander Duncan Cameron, Sr.

The tunnels became fully operational about '77 after many changes. About '79
on they got all the results they wanted. Until August 12,1983, at night, when
the project was deliberately crashed. Sabotaged from the inside. That's covered
in the book. But prior to that what they did was unbelievable.

One of the uses of the Phoenix Project, in the use of Time Tunnels, was to
provide backup to the Martian Colonies. The Martian Colonies have been there
since the early '70s. ... We have colonies there in Mars from the late '60's or
maybe early '70's onward.

____________________________________________________________

From the Di newsletters

Montauk Project

Montauk Air Force Station - Active or Not?

Montauk Experiment Project: Part 1.
By John A. Quinn

I've conducted a two year investigation into allegations made by scientist
Alfred Bielek, Preston Nichols & Peter Moon (authors of the Montauk Project
book series) and other people regarding ultra-top-secret experiments carried out
by clandestine units of government intelligence and military agencies,
corporations such as A.I.L., Siemens / ITT, as well as certain divisions of
Brookhaven Labs and other groups from the 1950s up to present times. These
activities are by all indications currently ongoing at a fully verified and
documented subterranean facility beneath the purportedly abandoned and derelict
Montauk Air Force Station. The radar station is at the extreme eastern tip of
Long Island, N.Y.'s south fork. The remnants of the surface military
installation are indeed in severe disrepair, but the underground continues to be
active. Ludicrously enough, the surface of the land is now a N.Y. State Park ...
on paper
at least. However by terms of the deed, the Federal government still retains all
rights to any and all property beneath the surface!

Investigations reveal that several new, deeper levels have been added in the
early 1990s. Fields of research conducted there are said to include
psychotronics (interfacing mind & machine), particle beams, electromagnetic
mind control, black-hole simulations and inter-dimensional / time travel
experiments (warping time and space). Very strong evidence indicates particle
accelerators are in use there and at nearby facilities -- such as Brookhaven
Labs -- for powering particle beam weapons, HAARP transmissions and exotic
particle beam radar systems.

The continuing lack of any credible explanation for what caused the crash of TWA
Flight 800 over a year ago offshore from Westhampton has focused
considerable attention on eastern Long Island as a place where unusual things
happen unusually often. In fact, there are substantial indications that particle
beam operations at Brookhaven Labs the night of July 17 1996 were in fact
responsible for the disaster, and this is delved into in more depth within the
report.

I've put together the report based on personal interviews with project
participants, on-site investigations at Montauk Air Force Station (Camp Hero),
and extensive historical and background research. This report verifies without
doubt current clandestine activities at the underground installation, as well as
other locations mentioned; it includes corroborative testimony from area
residents and visitors who have very recently had frightening encounters at this
location with mysterious, threatening unidentified security personnel toting
automatic weapons.

In the past year mainstream newspapers in Montauk and East Hampton have carried
several articles about various aspects of the Montauk Project. For many in the
area it is (unfortunately) becoming an accepted part of life there, as it has
for others who have found the preponderance of solid evidence supporting
allegations of highly irregular, horrific activities at Montauk Air Force
Station impossible to dismiss. This is an incredible state of affairs taking
place 100 miles from N.Y.C. "underneath" eastern L.I.'s sun and surf
playground.

To get things started on the right note (and put the reader in the proper frame
of mind) this question should be answered forthwith, as simply and directly as
possible; the answer is no ... but yes: and here
is the story.

Within the past two years, several incidents of a deeply disturbing and highly
irregular nature have occurred at or near Camp Hero / Montauk Air Force Station,
an ostensibly derelict facility at the extreme eastern end of Long Island's
south fork and adjacent to Montauk Point's historic lighthouse. This area is
currently administered by the New York State Parks system and is in fact a
designated state park, on
paper at least. Two of these incidents involved women, one of whom was
accompanied by her children, being accosted, harassed and threatened at gunpoint
by unidentified government / military personnel while in the vicinity.

They were told that they had violated top secret and restricted areas and were
subject to arrest; however no arrests were made. Another such incident involving
weapons happened within the past year when a young man was walking in the
so-called state park. A similar event sans
automatic weapons took place in mid-April of 1995 when a family walking there
encountered a security agent, also unidentified, who abusively harassed the
family and threatened to have them arrested for the same alleged violation;
again no arrests were made. In April 1996, in an effort to bring themselves
up-to-date on the status of the area, this family again entered the restricted
portion of Camp Hero State Park, and they were once more approached by a
non-uniformed guard who "advised" them that they were intruding into
an area designated off-limits to the public, and were to leave immediately. This
follows upon an inexplicably large number of similar events within recent years.
There is much well-substantiated testimony extending back at least twenty-five
years of bizarre, unconstitutional and horrific activities secretly conducted by
shadowy government and military agencies at this location.

In addition to the known military bases (U.S. Army) Camp Hero and Montauk Air
Force Station, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers plans and records establish
conclusive proof of the existence of at least four
levels of subterranean facilities beneath Camp Hero, and according to informed
sources up to three additional levels have been added as recently as the early
1990s. Montauk is actually geologically distinct from the rest of Long Island
and is the top of an undersea mountain, so there is plenty of bedrock to go down
into. Camp Hero was a U.S. Army installation established prior to WW2, and
Montauk Air Force Station was established within its perimeter as the Army
phased out of the location in the 1950s. The
Air Force Station was officially active only until 1969, and federal records do
show that no legitimate source of funding existed past that time to keep the
base in operation as it's SAGE radar system had by then become obsolete,
yet recovered Air Force documents and numerous witnesses verify indisputably
that the Air Force Station was still active long after then.

Recently much evidence has surfaced indicating that the base and the
subterranean facilities were and still are used for a tremendous amount of top
secret, ultra-classified research and experimentation (much of which falls under
the umbrella of the code-named Phoenix
Project) in quantum and particle physics (black hole simulation),
super-powerful electrical fields, weather
control, psychotronics (interfacing mind and machine), genetics, particle
beam technology, and electronic and drug-based mind control. The preponderance
of this evidence strongly suggests that a great many of these activities have
been thoroughly malevolent as to both their desired ends and the means used to
achieve
those ends, and have utilized unwitting and even helpless subjects -- including
at times, youngsters abducted from surrounding communities. Certain of these
experiments in controlled warping of our time-space continuum had such
devastating results and almost inconceivably awesome potential consequences that
several project insiders conspired to sabotage the proceedings in August 1983,
forcing the base's total, but as it turns out only temporary, abandonment.
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NO PICNICS AT CAMP HERO STATE PARK

It is a matter of public record that the federal government turned the Camp
Hero / Montauk A.F. Station property over to New York State for use as public
park land in 1984, yet according to the terms of the deed on record at the
Suffolk County offices in Riverhead, N.Y., the federal government retains all
rights to all property beneath the surface of the land -- only the surface of
this area was actually donated to N.Y.
State. The deed also holds that the federal government can reclaim the surface
of the land as well for reasons of national security, if necessary.

Thirteen years after this transfer, at least 2/3 of this so-called park remains
completely off-limits to the public! This itself is in fact a violation of the
N.Y. State Parks' charter, and the restriction is enforced severely by a host of
various authorities -- sometimes at gunpoint. Electronics technicians have
monitored and recorded extremely unusual and unorthodox radio frequency and
other electromagnetic
transmissions emanating directly from this supposedly restricted and/or derelict
property at the present time, which indicate activities very much like those
alleged to have occurred there, and I have personally
seen and heard with my own eyes and ears these bizarre and complex EM/RF signal
transmissions monitored and traced by direction-finding receivers and other
equipment.

New telephone lines and new high capacity power lines with a gigawatt meter have
been installed in this allegedly derelict and off-limits area fairly recently,
and witnesses observed a highly advanced Cardion
Corp. particle beam radar unit being operated on the bluffs at Camp Hero for a
period of at least five months in 1994. Investigators were given several
different explanations as to the reason for this from
various Cardion (Siemens) officials, and one witness was told point-blank by a
security guard there that the unit had been malfunctioning in the underground
and was thus brought to the surface for testing!

The electrical meter with gigawatt capability is on a structure claimed as an
equipment maintenance building by State Parks officials: one the few functional
buildings within the restricted area. Gigawatts of
electrical power is a tremendous amount of power -- enough to run a large city,
but where is the city at Montauk Point? Underground, apparently. Investigators
of clandestine activities there assert that
if gigawatts of electricity were discharged (utilized) within that single
building it would be completely demolished by fire in record time. They point to
the existence of the power line and gigawatt meter
as clear evidence of secret, and by extrapolation unconstitutional, illicit
operations at the A.F. Station. In June 1996 this assertion was confirmed as
fact by a serviceman (who wishes to retain confidentiality) for LILCO, the
electric utility company for the Montauk area (and virtually all Long Island). A
linesman and meter reader for the Camp Hero vicinity, he has stated for the
record that he and his supervisors are indeed aware that a tremendous amount of
electricity is utilized by this power line and recorded by the meter. He also
noted that it is absolutely not possible for the one maintenance building to use
that much power for equipment maintenance operations or any other conceivable
and legitimate State Parks
activities.
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STRANGE SCIENCE FACT

There are a number of claims being made about this location by people like
Preston Nichols, a radio-electronics engineer and technician who's worked for
Bookhaven National Laboratories and top-secret defence contactor A.I.L. on Long
Island.

Nichols has co-authored three books on the subject of the activities at Montauk
Air Force Station popularly known as the Montauk Project. The research and
experimentation alleged to have occurred in the subterranean facility beneath
Camp Hero, which include psychotronic and electromagnetic mind control
operations of a very extreme nature, and also inter-dimensional and time
manipulations and travel, may no doubt strike some readers as bordering on
science fiction. However, a careful
perusal of numerous investigative reports and news stories, Congressional
hearings, scientific papers, and relevant federal documents will show that in
fact many different types of electromagnetic mind manipulation technologies have
been thoroughly tested and developed by intelligence agencies and other groups;
the trail goes back a good fifty years or more and these technologies are well
understood, quite effective, and in widespread use.

As well, a complete study of the more recent concepts and developments in
quantum physics shows very widespread support for theories which provide for the
possibility, even likelihood, of the development of methods to accomplish travel
both in time and in other dimensions. For example, in March 1994 Scientific
American published a paper by David Deutsch and Michael Lockwood which concluded
flatly that nothing in the currently known laws of physics prohibits such
excursions. In fact, the
burden of proof is now far and away upon the doubters of time and dimensional
travel to make their case that such are impossible. A number of the great
minds in contemporary physics -- including but not
limited to Nick Herbert, Kip Thorne, Frank Tipler, Fred Allen Wolf, Michio Kaku,
Steven Hawking (a recent and enthusiastic convert) and Paul Halpern -- postulate
that time travel can in fact be achieved. It
can be said conclusively, proven beyond any doubt within the framework of
contemporary science, that parallel dimensions exist -- probable realities to
us, apparently infinite in number; our familiar 3D time / space continuum is but
one manifestation.

Fundamentally, it is our consciousness which in some way literally brings into
being the dimension or reality we experience, manifesting it from what are to us
realms of infinite potentials. This was demonstrated in a mathematical form
known as Von Neumann's Proof, developed by Hungarian-born physicist Janus Eric
Von Neumann and published in the 1930's in his book The Mathematical Foundations
of Quantum Physics, known even today as "the bible" among quantum
physicists. (More about Von Neumann later.) Other
developments have demonstrated that time as it is commonly conceived of, a
linear progression from past to present to future, does not ultimately exist.

Experiments conducted at Columbia University in the early 1970s proved that a
decision made by an observer / researcher which determines whether or not a
photon has traveled as a wave or a particle (by either causing or not causing
wave interference), and which is made after the photon is emitted into a multi-
mirrored device (which considerably delays its journey), will also determine the
state of that photon at the time it is emitted -- showing that the present does
affect the past and thus the future can affect the present. Therefore
all time is in actuality simultaneous; what we call past and future exist
"now". The past isn't gone and the future isn't yet to come. Then
where are they? In another dimension. Similar alterations to traditional
concepts about space, in particular vast distances, must ensue from such
scientifically accepted facts.

Another body of research used extensively in top secret projects involving
ultra-advanced technologies is that of Nikola
Tesla, a towering scientific genius and the true father of our present-
day AC electrical system, who as far back as the turn of the century had
reportedly developed such technologies as particle beam and antigravity devices,
wireless power transmission, psychotronics, and "free" energy,
to name a few. Much of his work remains only dimly comprehended by many
scientists even today. Tesla and his inventions figured prominently in the
legendary "Philadelphia Experiment" which was in fact part of the
Phoenix Project research.

It must be pointed out to those revisionists who discount the reality of the
Philadelphia Experiment and also to those whose minds boggle at the
contemplation of such subjects, that there is ample evidence in the public
record alone, (newspapers, magazines, periodicals, etc.), showing that in the
later 1930s and early 1940s Naval Intelligence and other agencies were indeed
wholeheartedly researching radar cloaking technology with the top minds in
physics, including John Hutchenson, Emil Kurtenhour, Albert Einstein, Von
Neumann and Tesla. Although not often discussed then or now, literal sight
invisibility was also a subject of considerable interest in this work. Sites for
this research were first the University of Chicago and then later The Institute
for Advanced Studies, a front organization for groups connected to the one-world
government conclave -- the Council of Rhodes.

It's perhaps noteworthy that Tesla maintained research facilities at Shoreham,
Long Island, not far from Montauk. Shoreham is reputed to be a geomagnetic
"hot spot" or power point, although not of the same
magnitude as Montauk is. This subject will be explored more later in this
report.

PANDORA'S BOX

Some of the most startling information now available regarding such highly
classified research and experimentation in ultra- advanced physics, the
resultant technologies, and the uses to which such were
put can be found in the Montauk Project book series by Preston Nichols and Peter
Moon, which provide extensive details on recent activities of the Phoenix
Project. Following the Philadelphia Experiment in 1943, an early attempt at
"Stealth" (radar invisibility) and according to some sources literal
invisibility as well, which by most accounts ended in uncontrollable and
nightmarish failure, such inter-dimensional research was put on hold while the
A-bomb was developed and WW2 was fought and won, certainly against Japan. (In
regard to the war against Nazi Germany, however, the outcome was not as
clear-cut and decisive as the history books might have one believe -- certainly
no atomic bombs were dropped -- and we shall find out more about this further
on.)

In the late 1940s, realizing that the Phoenix Project lines of research - if
properly harnessed, controlled and developed - had astonishing and undreamed of
possibilities, clandestine government agencies reopened Pandora's Box.

The worst problems encountered during the Philadelphia Experiment were the
extraordinarily destructive and bizarre effects on the human beings who were
aboard the battleship used in the experiment. The ship and crew allegedly
disappeared from sight for some time: devastating psychological damage as well
as horrifying physical results such as sailors being embedded in the metal of
the ship when it did reappear (rematerialize) were reportedly some of these
effects.

Janus Von Neumann, who was the director of the Philadelphia Experiment (staying
on after Tesla had quit in disgust over his concern about just such effects upon
people) was called upon to find out more regarding how human beings were
impacted by entering other time-space dimensions and to develop technology which
could allow people to do so without severe damage.

Von Neumann, who unlike Tesla had little use for metaphysics or parapsychology,
soon found himself unable to avoid coming to terms with both the psychic and
spiritual aspects of human beings in addition to the material or physical level.
Suffice it to say that some element of a person, often called a spirit or soul,
must remain in sync with his/her original time-space lock which begins at the
time of physical
conception (incarnation) while transferring to or returning from other
dimensions, if such wide scale destructive results are to be avoided.

Von Neumann, exercising once again his prodigious mental abilities, came up with
the world's first electronic computer, which had the capability to calculate
certain time-space referencing factors with
absolute precision -- a necessity for what was to be accomplished. In addition,
psychotronic equipment was created which could receive, reconfigure and transmit
radio-type frequencies generated by thoughts
from the human mind (frequencies which do exist and can be picked up by what are
commonly called "psychics" (no, they're not all phony); and by
extension, devices which could externally and artificially alter or
"control" people's minds.

Among the early objectives of the Phoenix Project have been (and are still - see
info on Project HAARP further on) achieving weather
control capabilities. Secret agencies of the U.S. government and groups
associated with such, received a big boost in this area, and in development of
psychotronic technologies in general, from the research and work of Wilhelm
Reich, a veritable genius in a variety of fields; scientific, medical,
psychological and metaphysical.

Reich demonstrated by extensive experimentation that a form of electromagnetic
energy he termed "orgone" energy had a significant impact on
psychological states of mind as well weather conditions.
Regarding the latter, Reich donated his "cloud-busting" technology to
the U.S. government for no financial compensation, as he himself was pursuing
other implications of his discoveries. (Partly due to pressure from the A.M.A.,
Reich was mercilessly hounded and harassed by federal agents and his Long Island
laboratory and research destroyed. He was in fact imprisoned for, among other
charges, practicing medicine without a license.) Reich's weather control
technology was utilized and further
developed by the government, and integrated with other aspects of the Phoenix
Project.

A number of researchers including Preston Nichols assert that the Phoenix
Project technologies were developed and perfected to a high degree, to a large
extent at facilities on Long Island such as
Brookhaven National Labs. Much of this was legitimately funded until the late
1960s when Congress, upon being informed by Brookhaven Labs, Siemens/ITT, A.I.L.
and other contractors of the advanced developmental state of, and great
effectiveness of, the psychotronic and mind control aspects of the project,
prudently decided to end such research at once and for good lest such technology
fall into the wrong hands and be used in unacceptable ways.

This may have been one of the few recent Congressional actions displaying any
real backbone, but unfortunately, the technology was already in the
"wrong" hands. Dismayed by the action of Congress,
project directors approached certain members of the intelligence and military
hierarchies in secret, and unconstitutionally conspired to continue this
experimentation, again in secret, at the recently closed-down Montauk Air Force
Station. Janus Von Neumann was once more made senior scientific director as the
Phoenix Project avenues of research were taken to extraordinary new heights.

This, the so-called "Montauk Project" specifically, dealt for the most
part with psychotronic and inter- dimensional areas of experimentation.
Electro-magnetic mind control experiments using high-powered radio frequency
transmissions were conducted continually upon visiting servicemen and women
"invited" to the base for R&R; upon the population at large in
surrounding communities; and most incredibly, upon numerous abducted children.

There are definite indications and testimony that the Montauk Point military
facilities were the site of psychological and mind (control) research even
before 1969. According to researchers Camp Hero had been known as a psych base
ever since its inception not long after the federal government acquired the land
in 1910 through outright trickery, fraud and deception practiced against its
rightful owners -- the
Montauk Indian tribe.

Substantial evidence from numerous sources shows that our federal government's
intelligence agencies are responsible for an astonishing assortment of mind
control experiments and projects, dating back at
least 50 years. The Napa (CA) Sentinel
ran a lengthy series in 1991 which provided a fairly comprehensive overview of
the general "state-of-the-art" in mind control activities in the U.S.;
the
Washington Post has run some good coverage on the CIA's and NSA's hellacious
abuses in this field.

The Church (Senate) Committee hearings during the 1970s into the practices of
the CIA, NSA and the like in such matters really only scratched the surface of a
sordid, brutal and little-known aspect of
the U.S. intelligence services' record in this type of experimentation -- almost
always involving complete abject abuse of and disregard for constitutional,
civil and human rights. In 1994 the Senate Committee on Veteran's Affairs
(chaired by John D. Rockefeller) held hearings into the practices of military
and intelligence groups regarding their use of unwitting, unsuspecting subjects
in a substantial portion of the
so-called research done into fields such as testing the effects of chemical /
biological weapons and the uses of drugs and configured EM/RF transmissions in
mind (and body) control.

At Montauk, to simplify considerably, the basic research agenda was as follows.
Extremely gifted and rigorously trained psychics were hooked up via psychotronic
equipment to computers which converted the waveforms of their thoughts to
(digital) computer code, and also relayed the waveforms to exceptionally
high-powered EM/RF transmitters which broadcast thought, mind and consciousness-
altering signals.

According to accounts, certain experiments achieved materialization, at varying
levels of stability and solidity, of objects visualized by the psychics whose
thoughts were then broadcast, as well as teleportation effects. (IBM's Web site
is currently [5/97] displaying a
blurb about their research and intended development of teleportation
technology.)

By the late 1970s at Montauk, furthermore, very advanced experimentation was
undertaken in the controlled "warping" of space and time, utilizing
some of Tesla's (long since dead), Von Neumann's and
others' ideas and inventions. Tremendously powerful electrical currents flowing
in specific configurations generated electromagnetic fields which created in
effect a working "Tipler cylinder".

To simplify once more, psychics were again utilized to visualize and stabilize a
target destination in a different time / space dimension which the vortex would
then be focused upon. The Tipler cylinder, a
concept formulated by the aforementioned physicist Frank Tipler, is presently
one of the most widely accepted theoretical models in quantum physics of how to
create an artificial, controllable "black hole",
thereby achieving time-space and dimensional shifting and even the ability to
effect alterations and manipulations of our time-space continuum.

Some of this sounds quite exciting, amazing, even wonderful, and certainly in
some ways it probably is. However, to a great extent such activities were and
are done with absolutely no regard for the effects
on the people experimented upon; furthermore, this work is done with the full
intention of using the knowledge and capabilities gained to more thoroughly and
completely subjugate humanity with
ever-more-powerful and pervasive control of our consciousness: in fact, and
literally if we remember Von Neumann's Proof, "reality engineering".

According to Nichols, an unquestionably brilliant radio-electronics engineer who
worked often in the Montauk Project in an altered state of mind while
simultaneously employed by Brookhaven National Labs (such alternate awareness
can be achieved with variations of psychotronic technologies) -- and also
according to other first-hand participants in certain of these experiments -- some
of the youngsters abducted and so viciously abused in these activities died as a
result and were buried en masse on site! The human tragedy attested to
here begins to rival such indelible atrocities as the Pol-Pot massacres or
Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen in its horror and brutality. The fact that this was
done to American children on American soil by agencies connected, however
tenuously, to our government is virtually unimaginable;
yet as we have discovered, many of the assertions made by Phoenix / Montauk
investigators have been checked out and verified.

As mentioned, the Montauk Project crashed and burned in August 1983, sabotaged
from within by certain key participants who could no longer tolerate what was
going on. A time tunnel type link-up with the Philadelphia Experiment exactly
forty years previously (August 12, 1943) was allegedly achieved then --
apparently an attempt by project operators to repair or undo damage they felt
had been done to the time-space continuum during the 1943 experiment;
thereafter, the project ended temporarily, as described, with the surface of the
property being then donated to N.Y. State.

When I wrote my report, I intentionally focused for the most part on information
which was not of a personal nature, with a few exceptions. This was for a couple
of reasons. For one thing, I wanted to be as objective as possible and not come
across as a "partisan" or in any way biased. Also, there may have been
some fear of linking myself personally to the Project.

In fact I have had at least two very vivid and clearly anomalous personal events
in my past connected to this location near Montauk Point. These have made me
realize that there was something very
peculiar about the location directly related to myself -- something completely
at odds with my own conscious personal history as well as with my impressions
and knowledge of the vicinity.

Additionally, during my personal investigation into the "Montauk
Project" and related matters, some very peculiar events and circumstances
occurred that I did not originally include in the main body of my report. I will
now relate this material.

I spent a good percentage of the first 18-20 years of my life in the general
vicinity of Montauk, and thus was quite intrigued by the title of the first of
the Montauk Project books (The Montauk
Project --
Experiments in Time) after seeing it by chance in a small bookstore
nearly 3 years ago.

When I began reading the book I experienced a strong shock of recognition upon
seeing the photo of the base's SAGE radar dish on page 23. Without doubt, I knew
I had seen that ominous-looking edifice
sometime in the not too distant past (perhaps 5-12 years previously).

However, I was puzzled by the fact that in all the time I spent in that area I
never had the slightest idea that any such facility as Camp Hero or Montauk Air
Force Station even existed. Absolutely none. I knew that I had never been there
-- certainly not while in any normally conscious state of mind. Yet I also knew
I had seen that radar dish from a pretty close vantage point -- maybe a couple
of hundred feet away at most.

I explained this apparent discrepancy to myself by postulating that the radar
dish was at the extreme eastern end of the base, near to the lighthouse, which
is basically the only area of Montauk Point where I
had ever spent any time at all. I had never done any substantial hiking around
the area. As my family did not own a car our trips to the lighthouse were quite
infrequent, usually only when a friend or relative with a vehicle was visiting
us.

It was only after a day trip to Montauk Point during a 1995 stay with family in
East Hampton, that I realized that in fact the SAGE radar dish is nowhere near
the lighthouse. It's a good mile away over rolling terrain and not visible at
all from most of the lighthouse area, and my clear and solid memory of seeing
the dish from up close could not possibly be explained as having occurred during
one of my relatively few trips to the lighthouse. While I was at Camp Hero /
Montauk Air Force Station that day, April 7 1995, accompanied by my wife and two
year old child, some very bizarre incidents took place, as they did on a couple
of subsequent visits. We approached Camp Hero along Old Montauk Highway, an
abandoned roadway which is little more than rubble in most spots, running along
the top of the bluffs above the Atlantic shore from the lighthouse through the
so called "fisherman's parking lot", past Camp Hero on the south
(ocean) side, and connecting with the new highway about two miles west of the
point.

The (outer) perimeter fencing marking the boundary of Camp Hero,
is broken down in many spots and at a spot due south of the SAGE radar dish we
entered a large break in the fencing on a clear and well-traveled footpath. No
signs of any kind were posted in this area. We progressed through another broken
down fence, which marks the "inner" perimeter of Montauk Air Force
Station, also unposted with any signs, and walked along the base roads to the
radar dish. We spent a little while there during which time I checked the radar
dish out of vantage points in an attempt to recreate the image in my memory. I
couldn't find the exact view I remembered but a number of buildings are partly
or completely demolished right around there so that could be a factor. The dish
itself, however seemed quite familiar.

We were just leaving the area when suddenly a late model blue pickup truck
approached our direction on a road running parallel to the one we were on. The
truck screeched to a halt as soon as the driver spotted us. I immediately smiled
and waved, and we stopped walking. The driver was obviously checking us out,
although he was about a hundred yards away and I couldn't see very clearly. I
just smiled and waved again, and we began walking away from the truck back the
way we had come, toward the shore, trying to act as innocent and innocuous as
possible. The truck then took off.

I must mention that on this and all subsequent visits to Camp Hero / Montauk Air
Force Station I was struck by the overwhelmingly creepy, unpleasant and eerie
feeling around the entire facility, as my wife was also. Both of felt strongly
that we were being watched the entire time we were in or near the base, and we
continually heard rustling in the dense, nearly impenetrable bushes and
undergrowth around the property. In addition, several deer literally followed us
for long stretches, seeming not just unafraid but almost aggressive. Very
strange and quite unlike the behavior of any other deer I've ever been near in
my life. There was another rather unsettling incident involving a deer which I
will come to shortly.

Two days later, on Sunday April 9, we returned to Montauk Air Force Station to
look around the base some more. We went to another part of the base north of the
radar dish, where a number of relatively intact buildings still stand. We
noticed some children playing atop a red and white transmitter tower (not the
radar dish), which is about 75 feet tall and right next to a building where a
State Parks Police officer
lives (though I didn't know that at the moment).

Walking toward this tower, two cars pulled up to a flat topped, white cinder
block structure, and about ten people piled out of the cars. One fellow was
distinctly older; the rest, mostly male, appeared to be about 18-22 years old.
We passed close by the older fellow and he and I said hello to each other. He
then walked to the cinder block building with some of the group while the rest
of them milled around the cars
and the building.

We continued toward the tower where the kids were still playing and as we
approached we saw a State Parks Police car, so we turned around. Going back
toward the two cars that had just arrived I saw another man approaching from the
direction of the old mess hall and traffic circle. He was pushing a cloth,
sling-type baby stroller with large wheels, and my immediate impression was that
there was no baby in it.

There seemed to be almost no weight in the stroller and he was pushing it
roughly and quite fast. He bent down and fiddled with something in the stroller
which appeared to be a backpack under a blanket, then went to the door of the
white cinder block building and talked to the older fellow who had just driven
up. After this the man with stroller continued on in the direction he had been
going, passing within a few
feet of us. We made eye contact and nodded in acknowledgement. I then began
talking to one of the younger fellows who was still standing near the cars,
asking half-jokingly if they were doing the "Montauk Project tour". He
said he had no idea what was going on around there (not that I asked him if he
did!), and that his uncle Charlie had some things stored in the white cinder
block building but that it was constantly being broken into.

The group came out of the cinder block building, and the older guy, who was
obviously the group leader, addressed everyone. He said he would show them where
he used to live. Both my wife and I clearly heard him say this. I then said to
this man that there was a police car parked over that way, just in case it
mattered to him. The stroller was only about 100 feet away, and the instant he
heard me make the comment about the police, he quickly turned around and came
running towards me, while pulling the stroller behind him. Obviously he didn't
want us to see into the stroller.

He then began to scream at the top of his lungs things like "you bet
there's a cop car there, and I can get him right now and have you arrested! What
are you doing here? This area is completely off limits to the public," and
so on in the same vein. I asked him what the problem was. I said that all the
maps show this to be a State Park. I asked what was going on around the area,
and said as well that we saw no signs indicating the area was restricted, and
why should it be so restricted? He kept yelling and screaming at us, saying that
I was lying about the signs as he had put them up himself. I then mentioned that
I had been hearing a lot of things about the area recently, and he went nuts
again, screaming that anything I had heard was a bunch of lies! I never even
said what it was I had heard.

Finally my wife asked him to please calm down as we both (?) had children with
us. He said, "look, he's arguing with me, he's arguing with me", and
then he ran off, never going to get the police after all
that. I continued to make challenging comments and every time I did he'd turn
around, come back and yell in my face with the baby stroller held behind him,
then turn and run away. This was some of the most
bizarre behavior I'd ever seen. He soon got away from us and as far as we could
tell he just disappeared. We were at a place where there was a clear view in all
directions and he was nowhere to be seen. It's also clear that he didn't have a
baby in the stroller; he was pushing it very roughly and was constantly trying
to keep us from seeing into it. During our last exchange I was able to get a
peek into the stroller and I saw what looked like a doll, mostly covered with a
blanket, and a pack.

I spoke to Preston Nichols later and told him of our experience. He was very
interested and said the individual I had encountered with the stroller was most
likely Donald Balcuns, officially a State Parks vehicle maintenance worker who
is actually a base security guard. Nichols explained that Balcuns had been
responsible for getting himself and two others arrested and charged with
trespassing in a restricted area, when they weren't even within the inner
(restricted) perimeter.

After speaking with Nichols, I looked up the name Donald Balcuns in the phone
book and called him. I explained who I was and that we had just had a big
argument earlier that day at Camp Hero, and said I wanted to clarify a few
things. Balcuns never missed a beat, and never asked me how I got his name or
number. I told Balcuns that I used to live in the area and wanted to check out
the relatively new state park property, and that in fact we really didn't see
any signs the way we entered the base. I asked him why the area was restricted
to the public. Balcuns said that there are toxic materials all around and also
that the
buildings keep getting vandalized so they have to keep people out.

Why these toxic materials and buildings are even there if it has been State Park
property for so many years was not explained. Balcuns also said that he had been
driving the blue pickup truck on Friday and had seen me and my family near the
SAGE radar dish then. It was during this and a later conversation where Balcuns
replied affirmatively to my questions as to whether he was an employee of
Montauk Air Force Station, officially closed some 26 years previously.
Interestingly enough, even after Balcun's became aware that I was a
"trespasser" at Camp Hero, he in fact made no move to evict me or call
in law enforcement.

In my conversation with Nichols I also described the events involving the two
carloads of people who pulled up to the cinder block building on the base,
previous to the blowout with Balcuns. Nichols and Moon both told me that they
had met the man who was storing things in that building, that his name was Tom
Costello [who] ran the bar and restaurant at Montauk Downs State Park, about
three miles west toward Montauk village. They had encountered him on one of
their forays into the base, and he told Nichols and Moon he had been using the
building for several years to store some possessions. There was just one problem
-- the description they gave for Tom Costello didn't match that of "Uncle
Charlie" at all, and I'll return to this point in a moment.

I was getting a bit bent out of shape at running into all these hassles for
going onto property which is supposed to be for public use. I was very curious
why children were running around this supposedly highly toxic and hazardous area
and were not in any way accosted or told to leave by Balcuns or anyone else. It
was becoming more and more obvious that there was something very fishy about the
entire setup. Also curious was the fact that much of neighborhood where Balcuns
lives, which used to be base housing, has direct, unrestricted access to Camp
Hero, as does a baseball field nearby. I decided to return to the area with the
purpose of trying to stir things up and get some answers, or at least some kind
of reaction.

First I went to the baseball field just east of Balcun's neighborhood and
apparently leased to East Hampton Township. I videotaped the two roads which
enter Camp Hero from this field and are locked and posted with no trespassing
signs, as well as a stretch of the Camp Hero boundary in between these roads
where there is no fencing of any kind (never mind any no entry signs) for what
appears to be at least 500 feet. Children or anyone else can walk right into
Camp Hero from the field. What better way to entice kids into an area than to
mark it restricted in spots but leave it literally wide open along so much of
the perimeter?

During this time my wife and I noticed an extremely large deer about fifty feet
down one of the gated entry roads within Camp Hero. This animal was almost
totally black or dark brown. I have never seen such a darkly colored deer.

It stood still, watching us for some time, and I must say it was a very spooky
feeling emanating from this deer. We looked away for an instant and when we
looked toward it again it had vanished. After the other
incidents with the deer several days previously, I
was coming to the tentative conclusion that some of the deer in the area were
being somehow utilized by Project operatives as spies, perhaps by being
implanted, controlled and monitored; my theory is that the animals' sensory data
can be picked up and made accessible to base personnel for security purposes.
Nichols told me that this is certainly within the
realm of possibility.

We then went to the area where Mr. Balcuns lives. Here we videotaped open and
unlocked gates leading into Camp Hero as well as other areas with no fencing at
all. We also observed children riding bikes within the perimeter of the
restricted area. Neither Balcuns nor any other security personnel accosted them
or interfered with them in any way. There were no signs of any kind in the
entire neighborhood prohibiting entry to this so called restricted area! In fact
we saw paths which led from private yards directly into Montauk Air Force
Station.

As I was videotaping one of these paths in a backyard on Lincoln Avenue, a man
in the yard of the house next door was watching us and scowling while talking
rapidly into a portable phone. At this point a
woman came out of the house whose yard I was filming, and the man with the
portable phone approached me, still talking into his phone. The woman asked why
I was filming her house and I replied that I was filming the woods behind her
house and the path that led into the woods (Camp Hero property).

She asked why, and I said that I didn't wish to tell her, and that I was
standing on public property. Apparently I had inadvertently put one foot on the
driveway of the house, and at that point the man next door went completely nuts
and started screaming at me at the top of his lungs (there seems to be a lot of
that around there). He said I was tre[spassing and] that he was calling the
police immediately. I took my foot off the driveway and told him to go ahead and
call. Things were getting a bit heated. I said loudly that I was a citizen of
the United States and I had a right to be on any public street any time and this
jerk better not get in my way. He then chilled a bit and told the woman to get
our license plate number, which she did. I finished my taping and we drove off.

Our next stop was Montauk Downs State Park, where we were going to try to find
either Tom Costello or "Uncle Charlie" and figure out what that whole
business was about. We found Charlie working the bar at Montauk Downs. There
were a couple of guys in there, and Charlie consistently tried to avoid making
eye contact with me. After the others left I said hello to Charlie and mentioned
that we'd seen him at Camp Hero two days before. He then admitted he recognized
me, commenting that "that guy" (Balcuns) really "went nuts on
me" the other day. Charlie added that "they" have lots of
problems with Balcuns, but didn't state who "they" were.

I then attempted to get Charlie to elaborate on why there was such high security
at the facility, but he just gave the increasingly bogus-sounding story about
toxicity, vandalism etc. As Charlie continued he said that he had stored
personal possessions in the flat topped, white cinder block building at Camp
Hero for a number of years, and it was a big hassle because it was constantly
being broken into. One would certainly have to wonder why he would continue
using the building.

The most bizarre aspect of all this is that Charlie did not fit the description
of Tom Costello, didn't claim to be him, and was obviously not Tom Costello; yet
according to information I received, it was Costello who had run the restaurant
and bar at Montauk Downs for a number of years and used the Camp Hero building
for storage! I subsequently discovered that Costello's phone, (address listed as
Fairview Drive, right near Montauk Downs State Park) had been disconnected. I [call]ed
Montauk Downs, asking for Tom Costello and was connected to -- you guessed it --
Charlie. Not only did this guy get Tom
Costello's job but also apparently at least some of Costello's memories.

As we were sitting at the bar, I told Charlie that my wife and I had heard him
tell his group of young people that he used to live at Camp Hero. His response
was immediate and unequivocal. He denied it
completely! There is no possibility that we misunderstood him two days
previously at the base.

Returning home from Montauk that evening, we were pulled over by an East Hampton
Town Police officer who passed us going the other direction, made a rapid U-turn
and stopped and detained us for a good half hour. They had gotten a report about
the incident earlier at Lincoln Avenue, and our car fit the description of this
"suspicious" vehicle. It was almost dark and there was certainly no
shortage of red
compacts on the road, so apparently this fairly minor incident of about four
hours previous was considered a rather high priority!

I relayed my version of the Lincoln Avenue events to the young officer,
including the fact that I was standing on a public street and had a perfect
right to film trees if I wanted to. I told him that I grew up
in the area and had moved away, and was visiting my family. I also said that I
had been running into all kinds of problems in the vicinity of what was to me a
new State Park facility and that I was getting pretty
irritated about it. I even mentioned that I'd been filming open accesses to this
"restricted" area.

What was restricted, and for whom? And why? At this point another police car
arrived, so it seems I was considered to be at least somewhat of a risk. An
older cop got out who wanted to hear the entire story as well. He then told us
that almost all of Camp Hero "State Park" was restricted to the
public. He actually even used the word "private". Since when is State
Park property private? He went on with
the usual spiel about toxicity and what not, and said that our best bet w[as to]
go past the "fisherman's gate" on Old Montauk Highway, way up near the
lighthouse. I knew that was complete bulls--t.

After no doubt running my license and other information through every data bank
they could possibly think of, they let me go as they of course had nothing on
me.

I decided after this that it wouldn't be such a good idea to get myself cited
and/or arrested for trespassing at Camp Hero as I needed to return to California
soon, but I figured I'd still keep trying to shake things up. I went to the Town
Police headquarters a few days later, to get their file on the Lincoln Avenue
incident. I told them I was considering pressing charges against the individual
with the portable
phone for making threats against me and my family.

The police advised me to be careful about that as I in turn could be charged
with false arrest if my claims proved unfounded. Upon going over the incident
with my wife we decided that we had not been overtly
threatened with physical harm, although the insinuations were made. However the
other incident involving Balcuns seemed a clear violation of State Park rules,
and was a very disturbing and threatening experience for me and my family.

Pursuing that line, I called New York State Park Police headquarters in Babylon
and told the officer who answered the phone about the Camp Hero incident. As
soon as I mentioned the area, I heard a recording device activate on their end.
Once the officer heard my story, he told me that as far as he knew Balcun's
superior was a man named George Larsen, superintendent of all the Montauk area
state parks. He clearly stated that State Parks Police would not have any
authority in this matter, despite the fact that Balcuns was obviously acting as
a security guard at Camp Hero.

My next move was to meet personally with George Larsen at his Montauk Downs
office and relate the entire incident to him in great detail. However, before
going to see Larsen I had another conversation with Donald Balcuns , in which I
asked him who his superior at Montauk Air Force Station was. Once again he never
corrected me about working for the technically long-defunct Montauk Air Force
Station, and he declined to name his superior.

In my meeting with George Larsen I omitted any references to the Montauk Project
but simply told him the facts of my encounter and the extremely bizarre and
disturbing incident with Balcuns. I was officially registering a major
complaint, including the fact this State Park property was restricted to the
public at all, and also that long stretches of the perimeter of this area had no
fencing of any kind nor any signs indicating that it is in fact restricted.

Larsen did the same old routine about dangerous conditions, toxicity and so
forth. I asked why conditions were still thus if the property had belonged to
New York State for (at the time) over eleven years. Larsen said that funds were
currently very tight in the Parks system, although I was aware that Montauk
Downs and Montauk Point State Parks have recently had some fairly substantial
renovations and sprucing up. Larsen also said that Camp Hero is used by cultists
and the like for strange ceremonies, and that human blood had been found at the
SAGE radar dish tower(?)!

Larsen said he was taking note of my complaint and would bring it to the
attention of Balcun's superior! I was told by the State Parks Police that Larsen
was Balcun's superior. Now Larsen was indicating this was not the case.
Something was extremely peculiar about all this.

I called Larsen back the next day and told him that though I appreciated the
meeting with him, I was completely unhappy with the entire situation as was the
rest of my family, and that we were going to pursue legal action. I said that my
attorney needed the name of Balcun's superior. Now contradicting his statement
the day before, Larsen hurriedly said, "There are many levels of heirarchy
here. I have 65 people under me and there are different divisions and so forth,
but ultimately I am Balcun's superior!"

I then told Larsen that Balcun's had (identified himself to me on a few occasions as an employee of Montauk Air
Force Station, and asked whether Larsen could explain this convoluted business.
At this point he got completely flustered, as I noted earlier in the main body
of this report, referred me to the State Parks legal department, and hung up.

Preston Nichols, upon hearing of these events, interpreted things as follows.
According to Nichols the fact that Balcuns, obviously a federally employed
security guard at Camp Hero with a cover title of equipment mechanic and
maintenance worker for the State Parks system, had seen me within the restricted
area two separate times and did nothing about it meant that he recognized me in
some way or other, or believed (or knew!) that I was allowed to be there, that I
was in fact "one of the crew".

Only after he heard my comment to "Uncle Charlie" about the police car
did he apparently realize I was an "intruder" who was not
"authorized" to be on the property. According to Nichols, this seems
to indicate that I could have been involved in the "Project" in some
capacity, or that I could currently be so involved. While Nichols could well be
right, I also feel that I was projecting a very confident and strong
energy during the visits to Camp Hero. To me, the land at Montauk Point, Turtle
Cove and Camp Hero belongs irrefutably to the Montauk Indians, and neither New
York State Parks nor the federal government
have any right to bar anyone from this property.

The entire legal situation regarding Camp Hero and the administration thereof is
highly unusual, bizarre, and in some respects quite ludicrous. There is no doubt
whatsoever that the official cover story about the location is completely full
of holes. Major inroads in terms of breaking the story open could be made from
this angle alone. Aside from the Montauk Indians' totally rightful claim to the
property, the land was turned over to New York State for the use of its people
many years ago.

Residents of East Hampton Township, New York State and the Unites States now should be asking why this property continues to be off-limits to the public. In
my estimate, nearly 75 percent of Camp
Hero State Park is unusable by the public. I know for a fact that the demolition
of buildings and removal of toxic materials could be accomplished in a vastly
shorter amount of time than eleven years.

There are some other peculiar facts about Camp Hero I would like to mention. My
wife and I went out there very early one morning, and parked off (new) Montauk
Highway at the intersection of the main entrance road into Camp Hero, and we
observed a vehicle exiting this supposedly derelict and closed facility at about
5:30 AM and it wasn't the State Park Police either. We were also both acutely
aware of a
distinct and pervasive throbbing, humming sound which emanated from the general
vicinity of Montauk Air Force Station; without doubt the sound of heavy
machinery being operated. This was clearly audible in the general calm and quiet
of the early morning. Needless to say, no such functional machinery is located
anywhere on this property, on the surface that is.

I also visited the location on my own several months later. The so called
"fisherman's parking lot" which is quite close to the lighthouse was
half filled with a tremendous amount of huge boulders. The lot had
been completely empty of any such boulders the last time I was there. Nichols
and other investigators have commented on the fact that large numbers of such
huge boulders periodically show up near Montauk Point, and are often then moved
into position with heavy equipment to fortify point itself from the undeniably
extensive erosion which does occur there. (The lighthouse used to be several
hundred feet from the point; it's now virtually right at the point.) The
curious thing is that no one seems to know how these boulders arrive at Montauk.
No trucks are ever seen bringing them in, no barges ever unload them at the
point. Where then do they come from? They obviously must originate on site, and
since they are not being quarr[ied from] the surface they can only come from
underground.

I also did some investigation into the "Montauk Tower" building in the
village of Montauk, said by Nichols and other investigators to be used in
Montauk Project activities and to be connected via underground
tunnels to other clandestine facilities in the area. I went to the location with
my wife (and child) and instantly found some peculiarities. We went into the
lobby of the building, which has ostensibly been converted to condominium
apartments, and copied down some of the names off the intercom.

I was struck by the fact that there were no mailboxes anywhere in, on or around
the building for "residents" to receive their mail, which is certainly
quite strange. We tried buzzing a few of the bells to gain entry, but there was
no response. While snooping about the building, we also noticed that there was a
separate entrance apparently leading to the basement of building, which was
thoroughly locked. For a building which supposedly had at least 40 units in it,
there were very few cars in the parking lot, as has been the case every time
I've ever looked in the lot while in the area.

Upon leaving the building we encountered a Suffolk County Water Authority meter
reader, who asked us if we lived there. We replied negatively, saying we were
calling on a friend who wasn't home. The
fellow told us that the building presented a constant problem as the water meter
was not accessible to him; he had never been able to read the meter, and was
never able to raise anyone inside the building to let him in!

This from an employee of the county government! Astonished, my wife subsequently
contacted the Suffolk County Water Authority, asking them what they were doing
about this very bizarre situation. As my mother is a resident of the area who
pays water bills, I was rather disturbed and puzzled on this issue alone; no
matter who (or what) was occupying the Montauk Tower, they didn't have to pay
for their water! The response from county personnel was a masterpiece of
fuzzy meaningless mush

...that said nothing at all. They tried repeatedly to deflect our questioning
about the ownership of the building, etc., saying that was confidential
information. They stated that they do receive payment for water usage at the location, but would not indicate from whom, nor how any such
bill can be paid if the amount owed cannot be determined. I believe that county
personnel deliberately obfuscated the truth about this matter.

My wife and I looked up the names we got off the intercom at the Montauk Tower,
but could only find several of them listed. Also, most of these had no address
listed, only P.O. boxes. We called the numbers we found and got an answer at
just one. The woman who answered said that she was the manager of the building,
and mentioned that her husband ran a restaurant in Montauk village. We said that
I had just moved back to the area with my family and were looking for a
residence to buy. We inquired whether any of the units were for sale, as we
liked the downtown location. The woman gave us the name of one of the residents
who was selling their condo on the third floor, as they had moved to another
dwelling.

Later, checking the local real estate listings, we did find a two other condos
listed for sale, one by the owner, the other by a real estate agency in Montauk.
As it turned out the privately advertised condo was
being handled by the same agency as the other listed unit, so we had an agent at
that office show us the two units. One was on the first floor and one was on the
sixth floor. There is a so called penthouse unit
above the sixth floor which we were repeatedly told had recently been purchased
by an elderly woman. (This was where Preston Nichols was taken to meet with
numerous Air Force officials in August 1995. No elderly woman was part of that
event.)

The first floor apartment was basically a long, rather narrow unit with only one
large window facing south. There were no other windows, and the overall effect
was quite claustrophobia-inducing. Why this agent
would state that it was just right for us, with a two year old child, is beyond
me.

She then took us up to the sixth floor unit and here's where things really got
odd. Both my wife and I (and maybe our little boy too!) were thoroughly
disoriented upon exiting the elevator on the sixth floor.
The entire layout was completely different than the first floor; the walls and
hallways were at very odd angles to the elevator entrance; everything seemed out
of kilter. The apartment, though not as confining
as the other, was laid out in a very strange way. One of the
"bedrooms" was little more than a closet and part of it was cut off by
an angled, sloping wall which severely restricted the space. The real estate
agent
told us it was because of some stairway which led to the penthouse, although
there was no indication of any such stairway outside the apartment.

The agent kept telling us how good either unit would be for us, an obvious
absurdity. When leaving this apartment we were again very puzzled by the layout
of the sixth floor and couldn't really figure out
what was where in relation to the main (external) structure of the building. It
definitely seemed as though there was a substantial amount of space unaccounted
for on this floor. We made a point to ask the real
estate agent what was in the basement of [the] building and whether it was
accessible to the occupants. We received no clear reply.

We then contacted the party who was selling the third floor apartment and made
an appointment to see it. Although the layout of the third floor was different
than that of the other two floors we had seen, it
was not bizarre or disorienting. The fellow was quite friendly and seemed, as
did the real estate agent, quite sure that the place was just right for us and
that we would really like to live there. We asked
him about the basement, about what was down there and so forth and once again
received no clear answer.

Several days later, while videotaping the outside of the tower building, my wife
and I both saw a face appear in a window adjacent to the sixth floor hallway in
front of the elevator, which should have been the small bedroom we had just
recently seen, yet there was no such window in the bedroom! We could easily
figure this out by counting the number of windows visible from the outside and
comparing it to the
windows in the apartment! There is no
doubt of this fact, and this proves that there is "hidden space" in
this building.

There is another thing worth mentioning about this building. A year later in
April 1996 I decided to rustle through the building's garbage dumpster to see
what might turn up. There was virtually no typical household refuse. The
dumpster was mostly filled with cardboard boxes and other shipping and packing
materials, and the remnants of a number of takeout meals. Of particular interest
was a good sized shipping carton addressed to a Ceil Roth, which is the name of
the Air Force colonel who met with Preston Nichols in the penthouse unit during
August 1995. This box was sent from an underwater construction corporation based
in San Diego California.

A final note -- the roof of this building is literally a good-sized antenna
farm, bristling with an astonishing number of antennae of all shapes and sizes,
and I'm not talking about TV antennae or ordinary satellite dishes.

It's also worthy of mention that upon my return to my California residence after
the 1995 trip, and continuing to this day, I began receiving numerous bizarre
phone calls, sometimes several a day, in
which there is nothing but "dead air" on the other end. This went on
even after we had our number changed to an unlisted number.

There is one other peculiar incident in my past I can call to mind concerning
this location.

My father worked in NYC journalism for many years, and during most of the 1970s
was feature editor for The NY Daily News. Some time in the mid-1970s before I
moved to California, my family went to East Hampton for the weekend.

I would have been about 20-22 years old. We lived at that time mainly in Queens,
but spent much time on eastern Long Island. My father had mentioned to me before
we arrived in East Hampton that he really wanted me to accompany him and a
colleague, Pat O'Haire, the next morning (Saturday) to visit some fellow living
in Ditch Plains (a neighborhood roughly halfway between Montauk village and Camp
Hero on the Atlantic shore), whom they were apparently going to interview, I
guess for The Daily News. I was never totally clear on the reason they were
visiting him, let alone why it was so imperative that I go along!

My dad seemed to think this was a really interesting and fascinating person with
some very newsworthy information to impart. He stressed several times that he
really wanted me to go with them. The next morning my father again reiterated
how much he wanted me to accompany him and Pat O'Haire (who lived (lives) in
Montauk), and after a call from my dad Ms. O'Haire drove from Montauk to pick us
up and bring us to this man's place in Ditch Plains. It was a rather wintery and
gloomy day I recall.

Upon arriving at this man's "house" I was immediately struck by its
uncharacteristically (for Montauk and East Hampton Township) drab and plain
appearance, and its somewhat unusual cement construction. As best I can recall
this man had a Germanic name. Inside, this rather elderly (maybe 55-60), ex-
military seeming man quickly engaged my father and Pat in a fairly animated
conversation in which he basically pilloried the federal income tax system and
the IRS. Now it doesn't take a genius to figure that is a subject on which you
are going to get a definite and strong response from virtually anybody -- there
aren't too many people, especially among the middle class, who wouldn't get on
board that train pretty quickly (the anti-IRS express). I was half-listening,
but not too involved. I picked up something about this man I
didn't like, I couldn't figure out yet why it was so important for me to go
along, and I was feeling a bit bored and uncomfortable.

They went into a little study or office and I started looking around this
fellow's living room, whereupon I saw at least a few publications of radical
(and racist) right wing groups, indicating this man's politics were
diametrically opposed certainly to mine and pretty much to my father's also.

The whole point of us -- especially me -- being there escaped me, and I found
the literature in the living room very upsetting, disturbing and distasteful.
There was something very weird about the house too. It
just didn't feel like a house. Most home construction in that area is wood
frame, with certain exceptions -- especially in newer construction. This was
definitely not new, yet obviously not very old as it was cement and cinder
block. It was also pretty small, one story and basically very square, with the
interior divided into a living room, the study, a kitchen and bedroom in the
rear which I never saw, and what looked like a small closet.

After milling around outside for few minutes, where I was again struck by the
rather peculiar architectural style of the building, in a part of the country
where such things are often commented on and talked about (sometimes to a very
tedious degree), I went back in and started making major eye signals at my dad
to get the hell out of there. I was really feeling bent out of shape, had
nothing in common with this person, couldn't imagine why anyone wanted me to
come there, found his politics very disturbing, and I wanted to GO!

My dad responded to me and the three of them came out of the study into the
living room, at which point, out of politeness, I made some brief small talk
with the man we were visiting. Mainly, I was very curious
about his house and said so. I said I thought it was rather unusual, I couldn't
place the period or style of construction, that it didn't really feel or look
like a house built for a family, etc. I can't recall exactly how he responded,
but he pointed out the other rooms toward the rear. At that point I either asked
him about the small rectangular protrusion right next to me which seemed to be a
closet, or else he pointed it out. I recall him opening the door, and saying
that it actually was a stairway that went to the basement. At this point
something strange happened but I can't completely remember what. I'm certain he
said something about the basement that was very strange, very unusual, that just
seemed really odd -- but my memory fails me here. Now what could be strange
about a basement? Well, it must be different in some way from what one would
expect: either more or less somehow than what a basement would normally be. My
strong feeling is that he said the basement was in fact connected to or part of
a tunnel system. I can't find in my mind any clear and solid memory of what
occurred immediately after he pointed out the stairway.

The rest of my memories of this event are nil. Later in the day we got driven
back to East Hampton and it was quite late. I was also feeling pretty low and
depressed.

It seems that we definitely arrived back home later than one would expect, as we
went out to Ditch Plains certainly before noon, and I remember quite well how I
couldn't handle being there at all. I think it was at most about forty-five
minutes to an hour until I started signalling my dad to leave.

I've looked for this location more than a few times in recent years, and just
couldn't find it. I am certain that we went to the Ditch Plains area, but I
found nothing there that looked similar. Finally, when I was visiting my family
again in April of 1996, I had a breakthrough. There was an article in the local
paper about a tract of land in Montauk known as Shadmoor, which was being bought
by the federal government from the owner / developer who had been refused
permission to develop the land for at least ten years.

The article went on to say that this property was originally an extension of
Camp Hero, and that the only remaining structures on it were two military
buildings, actually machine-gun nests, built to look like private residences.
This area was bought by a developer but the Town of East Hampton (the hamlet of
Montauk within East Hampton Township) refused to allow him to build on the
property, almost certainly due to pressure from certain federal agencies, and
now the Federal government was buying the land outright and designating it a
Nature Preserve, forever "safe" from any development or other private
use.

This story really piqued my interest, as it was about the only stretch of
coastline I hadn't yet checked in my efforts to ascertain where the house we had
visited some 20 years ago actually was.

I went to Shadmoor, which is directly west of the Ditch Plains public bathhouse
and parking lot, and found there what very much appeared to be the filled-in and
subsequently partly caved-in foundations / basements of three structures which
were no longer standing. Without doubt, this was the area where the man we had
visited lived, but the "houses" were now gone. Obviously, it was not a
real house this man had lived in as I had correctly intuited at the time, but
was some kind of military building. As this entire property was actually part of
Camp Hero it's now known that it was connected to the main base via tunnels.
Given the time frame of our visit, this man was undoubtedly engaged in some kind
of activity connected to the Montauk Project which had then recently gotten in
full swing. Apparently, I was part of that activity, that day.

I may never be able to find out too much more as my father died nine years ago,
and his former colleague Pat O'Haire has not returned my calls.

I have the racial and genetic background which has apparently proved desirable
to the operators of the Montauk / Phoenix Project(s) -- blue-eyed and light
haired, with lots of German blood on both sides,
and Celtic (Irish) on my father's side.

As I'm most certainly not a scientist, quantum or particle physicist,
radio-electronics genius, ex-military-intelligence operative, or anything
remotely like any of those, the question would be -- for what
purpose could I possibly have been inducted (or is that abducted?) into the
Montauk Project? Given that probably tens of thousands of youngsters of varying
ages have been and are being (usually unwittingly) conscripted for
"use" in virtually all phases and aspects of this Project and numerous
other clandestine projects (I'd think from dishwashers and sanitation workers to
particle physicists and everything in between -- the Montauk underground is in
fact an underground city), there may be no way to say for certain how I may have
been used. As there is such severe psychological and spiritual manipulation and
abuse involved in the programming of conscripted victims, in addition to
deliberate memory-tampering and other mind-wiping procedures, there may be no
way to say for certain if I was so used at all.

It's conceivable and I think likely that inductees are

scanned and evaluated for any particular abilities which they
possess and are shunted accordingly into corresponding functions at the Montauk
base. If that were to be the case, then very likely my talents, skills and
abilities would probably be strongest in two fields: writing and music
composition, and perhaps these talents (or others) were taken advantage of and
utilized by Project administrators. I also think I might possess a bit of
so-called "psychic" ability -- maybe more than I'm aware of. According
to Preston Nichols, popular music has been used extensively by the operators of
the Montauk Project as a tool for influencing the "collective
unconscious" if you will; in particular that of the younger generation.

Nichols states that state-of-the-art recording facilities and psycho-acoustic
techniques were utilized to "insert" subliminal programming into
popular music which can trigger certain responses and changes in awareness; also
that time-travel technology enabled this to be implemented both in the past as
well as the present (and presumably the future too). Music was and is considered
a very powerful and effective way to access the deeper emotional and instinctual
levels of consciousness, and contemporary popular music has been thoroughly [utilised]
by intelligence agencies, secret societies and (secret) governments to that end.
Such infiltration and subversion of other forms of communication and
entertainment including television networks, the motion picture industry and the
news media in general has been explored and documented, but I guess it's a bit
of a shock for personal reasons to realize that contemporary music has not
escaped such a fate. Mr. Nichols has further stated as well that, once again,
the Mafia has worked and is working hand in glove with intelligence agencies in
such operations involving mass communications.

My first contact with the Philadelphia and Montauk Experiments in 1989 when a
UFO researcher named Bill Knell sent me a video tape. He asked me if I would
review the tape and tell him if I felt the information
was valid. He seemed to feel that if the information was true - it could alter
the course of history. I sat down and began to watch the video.

The tape was an interview made in someone's home in Long Island. Three men were
seated in front of a white sheet or white wall and were talking about something
called the Montauk Experiment. The first person I saw was a man named Preston
Nichols. When I saw Preston Nichols - my soul shuttered and my entire body began
went into fear mode. I couldn't believe my reaction - as I am rarely a fearful
person and I had never seen this man before. I had to stop the tape as I
wondered why I had such a violent reaction to him and what he was saying. A few
minutes later I returned to watch the video and listen to the information about
time travel experiments - etc.

All of this triggered past life memories I had since my childhood. I have always
seen myself as a male physicist during WW II Germany - working in an underground
lab with noted scientists of the day on the
time travel experiments. Since age five I have always stated that I was here to
do something connected to time travel and the Great Pyramid.

Something about seeing this man and hearing his words were triggering soul
memories that would process in the weeks and months to follow. I have never felt
an affinity to the Montauk Project and have no opinion on that. I believe we all
have conscious experiences that we conclude are part of our Akashic Record here
- be that valid or not. It is whatever you believe or what connects for your
soul experience.

From 1991 - 1993 I hosted the television talk show 'The Metaphysical Experience'
in New York City. All of the players in this game seem to weave in and out of my
life - even to this day - as if we are all
connected to a grid scenario - that links with another grid - as if parallel
experiences. I am told that these experiments caused a rift in the space-time
continuum which caused parallel realities. You never know. Anything is possible
and all possibilities able to manifest.
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